[Verse 1]
She was born with a riddle already on her tongue,
Two voices in one chest before she'd even begun,
The kind of mind that maps a room before she walks inside,
A bright lamp burning quietly where only she could find,
She laughed at the right moment, felt the shift before it showed,
And carried more inside her than the world would ever know,

[PreChorus]
But the questions never quieted and the inner life ran deep,
She learned to tend a garden that the outside couldn't see,

[Chorus]
Trish, you are the swift one and the still one side by side,
The one who reads the undertow before it touches tide,
You held the thread together when the whole cloth came undone,
Trish, every word you left unspoken still became a sun,

[Verse 2]
She digs until she hits the true thing, won't accept the shell,
A mind so near the bone of things it sometimes felt like hell,
She watched from just behind the curtain, measuring the room,
Then moved with all the patience of a door that's opened soon,
Her loyalty was architectural, built to hold the weight,
She didn't love in passing, she loved absolute and late,

[PreChorus]
The ones she chose were chosen well and held for the long haul,
She gave her best in private while the credit went to all,

[Chorus]
Trish, every steadfast hour that you gave without a name,
The ones who felt your presence know the world is not the same,
You built the kind of shelter that outlasts the builders' hands,
Trish, the truest things you ever made were never made for fans,

[Verse 3]
A dark moon rises now above the life she's known so long,
And somewhere in the marrow she can feel it like a song,
The part of her that waited in the unseen corridor,
Has sharpened at the edges and is ready to be more,
She doesn't need the spotlight and she's never chased the stage,
But the world is about to turn and she is writing the new page,

[PreChorus]
The layers she uncovered in the silent years of work,
Are currency she's earned and not a burden she must shirk,

[Chorus]
Trish, the door you've been approaching has been yours the whole time through,
The reckoning and the radiance were always only you,
What stirred beneath the surface is the truest thing you own,
Trish, go toward it — you have never been more fully known,

[Bridge]
She sorted through what mattered when the noise had all gone still,
Found the price she'd paid for peace and paid it gladly, paid it till,
Now the ledger finally open shows what all that holding built,
A woman made of marrow, made of gold without the gilt,

[Outro]
Trish, the new page opens — write it in your own hand now,
Every version you've outgrown has shown you all the how,